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Guess what came in late in the mail

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My Mad Fat Diary - Rae and Finn - Happy Birthday, Rae

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RAE’S POV:

My 17th birthday officially sucked! I’d fallen out with Chloe, Izzy and Chop had broken up and Finn had moved to Leeds. Archie was the only person who made an effort to bother with me, arriving at my door with a bunch of flowers, a card, a balloon and a birthday cake…

“You really have gone all out” I chuckled as we stood in the kitchen, me organising the flowers he’d bought me into a vase

“Got to when it’s my best friend’s birthday, haven’t I?” he inquired

“Shame no one else thought to bother” I sighed, smiling at him weakly

“There’s still time left” he replied “you never know what might happen”

“I doubt it” I admitted “but as long as I’ve got you, I know I’ll have a great day”

“Well, Miss. Earl, how about you go and get yourself dolled up and then we head down The Swan?” he suggested

“Do we have to?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow at him

“You can’t celebrate your birthday without an alcoholic beverage” he proclaimed

“Fine” I sighed “give me half-an-hour”

FINN’S POV:

“Guys, they’re coming” Chloe informed Chop, Izzy and I as we stood in The Swan

“Are we meant to be hiding or what?” I questioned

“No, but just shut up or else she’ll hear you” she hissed

Sighing heavily, I shut up as she asked…

RAE’S POV:

“It’s dead for a Friday night” I proclaimed, shocked

“Yeah, maybe we should go somewhere else?” he suggested

“No, we’re here now” I replied “come on, let’s go inside”

Archie nodded his head in agreement and opened the door for me and I gasped in shock as I saw Chloe, Izzy, Chop and Finn stood around a table, party poppers being set off as we walked in…

“What is this?” I asked as Chloe hugged me tightly

“A happy birthday to our best friend” she informed me “and our way of an apology”

I smiled at her warmly, my eyes meeting Finn’s as I hugged Izzy and Chop simultaneously…

“Last I heard you were in Leeds” I admitted as I reached him

“Things didn’t work out” he informed me “I’m not cut out to be a scaffolder”

“What’re you gonna do then?” I inquired, raising an eyebrow at him

He shrugged his shoulders… “My calling will come eventually. Happy Birthday, Rae”

“Thanks” I replied, smiling at him warmly

“Right, birthday girl, get this down you” Archie proclaimed, handing me a glass of cider

“Thanks” I chuckled as everyone clinked their glasses together

Later on that evening I was opening my presents when I came to Finn’s. Glancing around, I saw he wasn’t there. Sighing heavily, I ripped off the wrapping paper, swallowing the lump in my throat as I came face-to-face with a record player. He’d remembered…

FINN’S POV:

I stood outside the pub finishing off a cigarette when the door opened, Rae making her way outside…

“You okay?” I questioned

“Not too bad” she informed me “wondered where you’d got to. Thought you’d done another runner”

“Nah” I chuckled “listen, Rae…”

“Can I? Before I lose the bottle?” she asked

I nodded my head, signalling yes…

“I’m sorry about that night a few weeks ago when you came to see me” she admitted, both of us recalling the night in question “my head was all over the place and then you dropped this huge bombshell, I didn’t know how to react or what to do”

“Dad said you came to see me the night I left” I informed her

“Yeah, I’d had a pretty shitty night” she replied “and I wanted to see you”

“Sorry I wasn’t there” I sighed

“You don’t need to apologise. You’ve every right to get on with your life” she informed me

“I don’t have a life” I admitted “I’m still as miserable as the night I came to see you”

She didn’t reply. As I was about to say something I was cut off by her lips on mine…

“What was that for?” I questioned, shocked

“Call it a thank you for my birthday present. I can’t believe you remembered” she admitted

“You babbled on about it for the entire time we dated. It’d be a crime if I didn’t” I replied

“Well thank you all the same, it’s the most thoughtful present anyone’s ever given me” she informed me

“You’re welcome” I stated “shall we get back inside?”

“Can we stay out here for a while? I like it, just the two of us” she questioned

This is dedicated to my lovely Brogan – and again, no, it shan’t be continued. Sorry!

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My Mad Fat Diary S2-Ep4 in Doodles

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My Mad Fat Diary S2-Ep3 in Doodles

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17 Things To Actually Try This Year (Instead Of Just Talking About Them)

By Brianna West

Tell someone how you really feel, whether it’s good, bad, unpopular or ugly. Be polite, be tactical, but be honest. Stop discussing your true thoughts with everyone except the one person who needs to hear them.

Cut your hair the way you’ve always wanted to. Do that one thing you’ve always toyed with the idea of but were too nervous to try. At best, it will make you feel more “you” than ever before, and at worst, it will grow back anyway.

Get in a car and drive until you’re lost. Explore there.

Buy something from a store you always gawk at online. The balance to strike is finding something that is simultaneously of good quality but uniquely fits you and your lifestyle as well. Save up for it if you need to, but work toward that goal – reaching it will be unbelievably sweet.

Re-visit all of your old favorite places: the restaurant you used to have lunch in every day, the playground near where you grew up. Your old office, your college campus. They’re just as important as discovering your uncharted grounds.

Return to the places that have affected you most, for better and for worse. Neutralize the energy there. Realize the difference between who you once were and the person who is sitting there now. Realize that what happened has no hold on you in actuality, just in mentality.

Do a ceremonial bonfire where you write down all the things you want to let go of from the past year on pieces of paper, say them out loud, and then throw them in. See it as the beginning of a renewed effort to move on.

Create a sacred space of your own. It could be your bedroom as a whole, in a space set aside to meditate, on a board of photos of the people you love and the things you want, whatever. It’s as simple as putting some flowers and favorite photos or pieces of art in your cubicle. Externalize what’s internally important to you, even just representationally.

Pick up a book that you wouldn’t normally be interested in and read it. Read it from cover to cover, even if, at times, you’re forcing yourself to get through it. Read until you find something within it that sparks your interest. There are always things left to be learned, always interests left to be discovered, it’s just getting past the anxiety of moving outside your comfort zone that stops you.

If you meet someone and start to develop feelings for them, don’t play the game you know all too well: just ask them out. Be direct, be forthcoming, be real. It may result in a broken heart, but it’s better now then more of your life wasted wondering about “what ifs” to eventually have to come to terms with a much harder truth.

Save up for and then take a trip to that one place you’ve always talked about going to, but have never found the time or means to do so. There will always be another excuse not to go if you look for it. Don’t let those excuses stand in your way.

Apply for the job you always talk about wanting to have “someday.” Or at minimum, apply for a job that will get you on the ladder to getting there.

Repurpose your clothing and make it true to whatever your style is now. There’s nothing quite like genuine vintage, and style is only as great as your ability to import personality into it is.

Put your phone down, turn your computer off, go out into the world and just live. Delete a social media account, temporarily or for good, and let it go. Realize that your own happiness will not be found in reading about the updates of others’ lives. Take that technology-hiatus you’ve always dreamed about.

Meet new people. The task of doing so seems so unapproachable and awkward, but it’s really not. It’s a simple matter of going slightly out of your way in your day-to-day life. Frequent new shops, hang out with friends and have them invite other friends you’ve never met before. Take a class, visit a new museum, walk down a different block. Strike up conversation with the people you come across. Companionship usually doesn’t just fall in your lap.

Get tickets to see your favorite band play live. Getting lost in the music and the atmosphere is unlike anything else you’ll ever experience again.

Decide who you want to be and become it. Not in an overly-optimistic but ultimately unrealistic sense — take baby steps. Change begins with the decision to do so. Learn to live a little more and fear a little less. Watch what unfolds as you do.

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I hope he doesn’t get to read this.

  It was a coup d’oeil. I had a baffling superstition about my odd desire for watching the movie 16 candles again. This is shitty cheesy, but it turns out it was because my crush is back. 

  He’s not only back, he’s grown into a fine young gentleman. He looks like Michael Schoeffling for christ’s sake, with a sexy british accent. He stayed in the UK for the past three years and now he’s here, sadly, because his grandmother died. We were friends because of mtg, and I shamelessly still remember the exact date we first met and that he was wearing blue polo that day. We both were lol it was a training uniform. We were simple, civilized friends, until our common friends started teasing us. Right now, it’s actually hard to conceptualize why we became a sloppy love team in the first place. Nonetheless, I kept being in denial and saying he’s too tall for me that he looks like freaking Yao Ming and I was bonsai. Also, he is half british and apparently, I am half black African buffalo. Thus, the love team “rush hour" was born. What a wail! Although, it’s not necessarily as ominous as it seems. We actually became really close friends, like really close. He’s probably familiar about every single detail of my life, minus a few discrete girl talks and the fact that I might have been actually in love with him (of course). I was never obvious. People already knew I was a guy’s gal, so hanging out with him frequently wasn't really an issue. I mean everybody knows, I'm one of the lads, basic shirts and jeans and all.

  Back to the present. I haven’t had a crush crush ever since he left three years ago and perhaps, my friends noticed I haven’t also been very active in mtg after he left. So they actually set up a small surprise. Geb and Dean invited me to go out for a cup of coffee because I was feeling terrible. I was still sad because it’s really hard coping up after losing someone you truly care for. Anyway, as we arrived in the coffee shop, I noticed a tall guy pussyfoot to the other corner of the shop. I knew I recognized him so I asked Geb if he knew who was that guy who’s awkwardly facing the glass window. She started laughing and I had no clue why. Until I saw Dean hand the tall guy three stems of sunflower. And there he was. Holy sh*t.

  I could have fixed myself better, or at least combed my hair before heading out, if only they told me he's already back. I looked like bloody mary of christmas past. I was in a winter-ish sweater and my hair gave someone the impression that my hair probably got caught up in an ceiling fan. 

  Until he gave those cute little flowers and then I saw a load of glitters and unicorns everywhere. Some sweet late valentine.